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Were I a Poet I would dwell	A
Not upon lonely height	B
Nor cloistered in disdainful cell	A
From human sound and sight	B
I would live nestled near my kind	C
Deep in a garden garth	D
That they who loved my verse might find	C
A pathway to my hearth	D
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I would not sing of sceptred Kings	E
The Tyrant and his thrall	F
But everyday pathetic things	E
That happen to us all	F
The love that lasts through joy through grief	G
The faith that never wanes	H
And every wilding bird and leaf	G
That gladdens English lanes	H
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Nor would I shape for Fame my lay	I
But only for the sake	J
Of singing and to charm away	I
My own or other's ache	J
To close the wound to soothe the smart	K
To heal the feud of years	L
And move the misbelieving heart	K
To tenderness and tears	M
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And when to me should come the night	B
And I could sing no more	N
And faithful lips could but recite	B
What I had sung before	N
I would not have a pompous strain	O
Resound about my shroud	P
Nor sepulchre in sumptuous fane	O
Near to the great and proud	P
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But only they who loved me best	Q
Should bear me and my lyre	R
And lay us with my kin at rest	Q
Under the hamlet spire	R
Where everything around still breathes	S
Of prayer that soothes and saves	T
And widowed hands bear cottage wreaths	U
To unforgotten graves	T
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And they might raise another cross	V
Within that hallowed ground	W
And tend the flowers and trim the moss	V
About my grassy mound	W
But honouring me would carve above	X
No impious boast of Fame	Y
And not for Glory but for Love	X
Would keep alive my name '	-

Alfred Austin

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